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Story: Ache For Her
His eyebrows rose. “So confident.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved forward, placing my knees on either side of his thighs so I sat on top of him. He eyed me with curiosity but didn’t move. “Feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, using my best seductress voice. My skin crawled with nerves, but I wanted Simon more. I moved my hair over to one shoulder, baring my neck to him. The same part of my neck that he’d bit before. My pussy throbbed. Once my neck was exposed, there was a stillness to the room as I waited for his reaction. It felt like dangling myself over the ledge, hoping to get pitched off.
I wanted a vampire to bite me. Hard.
“Yes,” Simon said. “I think you’ll do just fine at the estate.”
I didn’t even have a chance to think about what he said before he lunged forward, his teeth piercing my skin. I cried out, tensing for a moment before the delicious feeling enveloped me. He pulled me closer, the soft massage of his lips on my neck as if he kissed me at the same time he drank.
I sank on top of him, a puddle starting between my legs. I sighed when I felt his hard cock pushing against me. I rubbed against him, the friction heightening the sensation of him drinking from me.
He pulled away, his fangs retracting easily. “Fuck, Delilah.”
“I intend to,” I said, smirking.
He growled, his hands coming up to my shirt as he ripped it from me. Braless, I was now bare chested in front of him. He bit the swell of my breast, sending sparks through me.
“Yes, Simon.”
He bit my other one, then swirled his tongue over the ache. “Wild, unrestrained,” he cooed. “You think you know what you’re getting into.”
Euphoria took over. I fumbled with my borrowed jeans, needing to get them off so I could feel him next to me. Simon’s hand slid down my ass to hold me up, so I could wiggle out of the barrier. When he sat me back down, I was naked, blood trickling from my neck and my breast. He stared at me, his eyes watching the rivulets of red run down me. His tongue flicked out, tasting his life source as delicately as licking an ice cream cone.
“It’s feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, getting impatient. My skin burned with thoughts of him. This wasn’t about getting the upper hand like last time. It wasn’t about spurring my grandfather to act. This was just about me and him, our need for one another.
His lips turned up. “In due time.”
“Now,” I said, wiggling on top of him, trying to get the feeling back by sliding over him, but his clothes were in the way. I went for his jeans. His whole body went rigid. I smiled inwardly. Anytime I could make a vampire forget what he was doing seemed like a plus one in my column. I pulled down his zipper, then pulled his fly apart. I reached my hands inside, moving his pants down at the same time until I saw the bulge of his boxers. God, I wanted that cock. I wanted that feeling of being wanted. These past few days were so fucked up. Simon had taken me away from my family, but I also hadn’t felt this wanted in a long time. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I was practically salivating when his silky soft head appeared around the band of his boxers. Frustration coursed through me when I couldn’t free him any more than he already was. I looked up at Simon, his face a mask of serenity.
I groaned. “Don’t I do anything to you?” How could he be so sensible about this when I felt like I needed him right this very second or I would combust?
His lips thinned. He pushed me away, practically holding me until my feet hit the floor and I was in a standing position. He stood after me. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers were on the floor. He ripped his shirt over his head until he was in front of me in all his muscled perfection. He gripped his cock hard. “You’re wondering if you do anything to me? Take a look, Delilah.” His face strained as he worked his fist up and down his long, thick shaft. “Don’t ask me if you do anything to me ever again.” His eyes fluttered as he worked himself. “I just like to take my time. I like to enjoy my partner.”
I moved forward, pushing his hand away and replacing it with my own. Stepping closer, I went up to my tiptoes, working him toward my center. “I’ve never had it slow before. When I want it, I get it.”
Simon’s gray eyes glinted. He picked me up, moved me to the wall, and entered me all at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed as he impaled me against the wall.
“Was this what you wanted?” Simon asked. He rocked inside me, pinning me to the hard surface at my back with just his cock moving in and out of me. He held me so effortlessly, it made me feel like a queen being worked on for my own pleasure and nothing else.
“Yes,” I said, locking gazes with him. “More.”
He pushed inside harder. I grabbed his face and kissed him, my lips easily melding with his.
He stilled, but I barely noticed as I continued to kiss him.
God, his lips. They were so soft, so firm. I bit down on his lip, enticing a growl from him. Then, he was all over me. My head hit the wall as he kissed me forcefully. His tongue swept inside my mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire being. A low moan came from the back of his throat. “Mmm, Delilah.” My name was like a sexy lullaby on his lips.
I wound my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I kissed him with a fury, like it was the last thing I’d do on this earth. The kiss was hot, as pulse-pounding as the attention he gave my pussy. He felt it too. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck and pulling until I sank my teeth gently into his lower lips again.
He stilled, then grabbed my hips and plunged inside me again and again.
“Oh, Simon,” I cried.
His lip popped out of my mouth and he made an inhuman growl before piercing me with one last stroke.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and moved forward, placing my knees on either side of his thighs so I sat on top of him. He eyed me with curiosity but didn’t move. “Feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, using my best seductress voice. My skin crawled with nerves, but I wanted Simon more. I moved my hair over to one shoulder, baring my neck to him. The same part of my neck that he’d bit before. My pussy throbbed. Once my neck was exposed, there was a stillness to the room as I waited for his reaction. It felt like dangling myself over the ledge, hoping to get pitched off.
I wanted a vampire to bite me. Hard.
“Yes,” Simon said. “I think you’ll do just fine at the estate.”
I didn’t even have a chance to think about what he said before he lunged forward, his teeth piercing my skin. I cried out, tensing for a moment before the delicious feeling enveloped me. He pulled me closer, the soft massage of his lips on my neck as if he kissed me at the same time he drank.
I sank on top of him, a puddle starting between my legs. I sighed when I felt his hard cock pushing against me. I rubbed against him, the friction heightening the sensation of him drinking from me.
He pulled away, his fangs retracting easily. “Fuck, Delilah.”
“I intend to,” I said, smirking.
He growled, his hands coming up to my shirt as he ripped it from me. Braless, I was now bare chested in front of him. He bit the swell of my breast, sending sparks through me.
“Yes, Simon.”
He bit my other one, then swirled his tongue over the ache. “Wild, unrestrained,” he cooed. “You think you know what you’re getting into.”
Euphoria took over. I fumbled with my borrowed jeans, needing to get them off so I could feel him next to me. Simon’s hand slid down my ass to hold me up, so I could wiggle out of the barrier. When he sat me back down, I was naked, blood trickling from my neck and my breast. He stared at me, his eyes watching the rivulets of red run down me. His tongue flicked out, tasting his life source as delicately as licking an ice cream cone.
“It’s feeding and fucking, right?” I asked, getting impatient. My skin burned with thoughts of him. This wasn’t about getting the upper hand like last time. It wasn’t about spurring my grandfather to act. This was just about me and him, our need for one another.
His lips turned up. “In due time.”
“Now,” I said, wiggling on top of him, trying to get the feeling back by sliding over him, but his clothes were in the way. I went for his jeans. His whole body went rigid. I smiled inwardly. Anytime I could make a vampire forget what he was doing seemed like a plus one in my column. I pulled down his zipper, then pulled his fly apart. I reached my hands inside, moving his pants down at the same time until I saw the bulge of his boxers. God, I wanted that cock. I wanted that feeling of being wanted. These past few days were so fucked up. Simon had taken me away from my family, but I also hadn’t felt this wanted in a long time. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
I was practically salivating when his silky soft head appeared around the band of his boxers. Frustration coursed through me when I couldn’t free him any more than he already was. I looked up at Simon, his face a mask of serenity.
I groaned. “Don’t I do anything to you?” How could he be so sensible about this when I felt like I needed him right this very second or I would combust?
His lips thinned. He pushed me away, practically holding me until my feet hit the floor and I was in a standing position. He stood after me. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers were on the floor. He ripped his shirt over his head until he was in front of me in all his muscled perfection. He gripped his cock hard. “You’re wondering if you do anything to me? Take a look, Delilah.” His face strained as he worked his fist up and down his long, thick shaft. “Don’t ask me if you do anything to me ever again.” His eyes fluttered as he worked himself. “I just like to take my time. I like to enjoy my partner.”
I moved forward, pushing his hand away and replacing it with my own. Stepping closer, I went up to my tiptoes, working him toward my center. “I’ve never had it slow before. When I want it, I get it.”
Simon’s gray eyes glinted. He picked me up, moved me to the wall, and entered me all at the same time.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed as he impaled me against the wall.
“Was this what you wanted?” Simon asked. He rocked inside me, pinning me to the hard surface at my back with just his cock moving in and out of me. He held me so effortlessly, it made me feel like a queen being worked on for my own pleasure and nothing else.
“Yes,” I said, locking gazes with him. “More.”
He pushed inside harder. I grabbed his face and kissed him, my lips easily melding with his.
He stilled, but I barely noticed as I continued to kiss him.
God, his lips. They were so soft, so firm. I bit down on his lip, enticing a growl from him. Then, he was all over me. My head hit the wall as he kissed me forcefully. His tongue swept inside my mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire being. A low moan came from the back of his throat. “Mmm, Delilah.” My name was like a sexy lullaby on his lips.
I wound my hands around his neck, deepening the kiss until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. I kissed him with a fury, like it was the last thing I’d do on this earth. The kiss was hot, as pulse-pounding as the attention he gave my pussy. He felt it too. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck and pulling until I sank my teeth gently into his lower lips again.
He stilled, then grabbed my hips and plunged inside me again and again.
“Oh, Simon,” I cried.
His lip popped out of my mouth and he made an inhuman growl before piercing me with one last stroke.